I am Innocent
by akmarceau
Summary: Undercover operations often go awry... Right?
1. Chapter 1

I've been toying with this story idea for a while, and just recently discovered how it want it to go, not my original plan but all the stakeout and undercover operation stories, I had found_ I am Innocent_'s identity.

The amazing overwork is down by **SizzleLizzle **from tumblr, I don't think I can thank you enough!

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Sharon stared out at the mid-afternoon sun filtering through the car window. She adjusted her Gucci sunglasses and turned her attention back to the manilla folder in her lap. The names Christine and Edward Stuart were highlighted in a bright yellow and almost seemed to be taunting her. She didn't know why, it would be her name in a few hours. Her attention turned to Andy who was drumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel to some Billy Joel song she faintly remembered from the eighties. She watched the simple gold ring glisten on the fourth finger on his left hand. Subconsciously, she spun the diamond ring on her finger.

Andy turned down the radio, "How's the kid going to deal without you?"

Sharon smiled at the thought of Rusty. "He knows where the take-out menus are and where the money is. I just hope he doesn't eat burgers every night."

Andy chuckled at that then added, "It certainly wouldn't hurt him though, Rusty's a toothpick."

_I hope their's toothpicks in this house,_ Sharon thought randomly. She rolled her eyes at her thought.

"Could you read through the file again for me? We're just an hour and a half away," Andy said as he sat up straighter behind the wheel and shot at glance in Sharon's direction. Her long auburn hair was in a pony-tail tied off by a white ribbon. She had on fitted jeans that had been rolled up (as much as the straight leg of the denim would allow) to show off her ankles. A simple white cotton t-shirt with a gentle v-neck and the yellow polk-a-dot keds to complete the outfit. She looked nothing less than stunning. He didn't know why, but he was filled with pride as the rings on her left hand glistened as she turned her attention to the file.

"Our names are Christine and Edward Stuart, we've been married for thirty-seven years. We have four kids, and one adopted, and two step-grandkids. There's a dog named Justice-"

"What kind of dog?"

"It says a yellow labrador retriever, she's three and hyper. That'll keep us young for the time being. We're to look into Logan Williams. He's suspected of murdering eighteen women and possibly having three with him. Michigan Police tipped off Los Angeles PD, and they thought he and his business might be headed our way. Sanchez, Sykes, Provenza, Tao, and Buzz were our _movers_ so they managed to set up cameras on our house to watch Williams and managed to bug the entrance way in his house before they had to go. We have some eyes inside but it's not the best, so we'll just need to blend in and find out if anyone knows anything about him. They might have seen something but not thought anything of it."

Andy nodded in agreement, "We blend in just until someone says something?"

"Well, basically. I just hope that it won't be too late if he does have people with him."

Andy hummed and turned back to the road. His fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

xXx

Around three, Andy drove their car up to a cozy little house. The windows looked new, the paint was fresh and the green grass almost looked artificial. Sharon rolled down her window as And pulled into the driveway and breathed in the air.

"Wow," She marveled. "It's gorgeous."

The two story, gambrel roofed house had a winding brick walkway and four big hedges— two on each side— that covered windows but were otherwise nicely trimmed. Sharon stepped from the car and reached for her purse. Andy pulled four matching suitcases— two his, two hers. Sharon smiled as she tried to take her bags but Andy said he had them. He handed her the keys and she made her way to the door to explore.

Sharon took in the curved staircase and the marble floor. Photos in co-ordinating frames lined the walls and available side table spots. Some of them she knew were the faked photos she and Andy had taken a bit before. Them out to dinner, celebrating parties, and graduations. There were pictures of Nicole with her family, some of Ricky, Emily, and Rusty.

Sharon stood at the side table and picked through the photos. She lifted the one of her and Andy's "wedding". She had worn the cheap wedding dress given to her (it had way too much lace for her taste) and Andy had on a black tux with a baby blue bowtie. Buzz had worked some photoshop magic and both appeared to be no older that twenty-five.

Sharon turned and jumped with a start. At her feet sat a silent yellow lab, Justice, Sharon assumed. The dog had its head cocked slightly to the left. She smiled pleasantly at the dog and held out her hand. The dog's little black nose tickled her hand gently before nuzzling her palm. Cautiously, Sharon ran her hand over dogs nose and reached to rub behind Justice's ears. Justices eyes closed and she started to thump her tail against the cool marble floor. Sharon set down her purse and used both hands to rub the Justice.

"Who'd have thought you'd be a dog person?" Andy said with a smile as he brought in the luggage.

"I had one growing up, but I do hope Justice comes with instructions because I haven't taken care of a dog in ages," Sharon mumbled as she gently patted Justice and ran her hands down her jeans. She grabbed her purse and shut the door behind Andy. Justice let out a little growl at the Andy, but didn't make any moves towards him. Sharon smirked and made her way towards the kitchen, Justice at her flank.

"Maybe this won't be so terrible," Andy thought as he made a trip up the stairs with her luggage.

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	2. A walk in the park

Wow, THANK YOU everyone for all the reviews. I've been directed to a few things that I need to fix and they've been fixed :)

The phrase of the day: **For all intents and purposes **(some weird reason I had 8 out of 13 teachers say this today…)

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The kitchen, just like the rest of the house, was stunning. Stainless steel appliances, dark wooden cabinets, and beautifully cut granite slabs. Sharon acquainted herself with the layout. She found the utensils in the drawer closest to the table, and the pans to the left of the stove. Her favorite breakfast cereal was next to Andy's box of oatmeal in the pantry. Crystal wine glasses were tucked the china cupboard. Her chardonnay was chilling in the fridge and his cranberry juice was on the self next to the pitcher of water.

Sharon opened the drawer to the left and found measurement cups (two sets: plastic and stainless steel ones). There was a note folded in the plastic,and with quick fingers, Sharon opened the note.

_Feed me two cups at six a.m. and six p.m.. I'm not meant to have people food. _

_I prefer ice with my water. I like long walks, and curling up at the end of the bed at night._

_If you let me out, I stay rather close. I enjoy playing fetch too!_

Sharon laughed slightly at the note.

"Come on Justice, let;s go explore. Justice's ears perked up as she followed Sharon. Sharon made her way into what seemed to be the living room. The leather upholstery of the couch, love seat, and chair was smooth and clean. There was a wooden coffee table in the middle of the set up. A Samsung flatscreen was hung from the far wall. The walls were white, the drapes a pleasant blue, and the framework in the doorways matched that of the cabinetry in the kitchen.

Pictures of their _family_ littered the walls. Beach days, pictures from dinners, and outings. Her favorite was one Rusty had taken from the Dodgers game not long ago. She was froze mid-cheer; her arms awkwardly raised, her mouth in a happy smile, and her eyes shining brightly. Andy wasn't watching the game, but rather had his smile and glee directed at her excitement. She saw something that Rusty had managed to capture in that moment that truly made the image timeless.

Sharon set the picture down and made her way into the library that could also work as an office. Much like the living room, the walls were white, the drapes blue, and wooden fixtures all matched. Bookshelves lined the whole expanse of two walls. The books were arranged by author. Some shelves had bookends, others held miscellaneous items. Justice padded into the room and jumped up onto the leather spinning chair. Her force was just enough to spin the chair slightly. Sharon giggled and patted the dog, Justice's eyes skimming the pictures. One was of Sharon sitting in front of a birthday cake with too many candles.

Andy had a hand on her shoulder and a step-grandson in his arm while the other little boy stood in front of him. Sharon had an arm around the little boy and, like her, had his lips pursed ready to blow out the many candles.

Sharon was quickly finding that many of the pictures in the house weren't faked. She was wondering where they had all come from.

xXx

Sharon and Justice explored the top floor. There were two simple yet elegantly made up guest room. She saw Andy's bags in one. Him claiming a guest room and not just assuming they were to share one the master was truly chivalric.

_Just friends, not dating, _Sharon reminded herself.

The guest bathroom had Andy's necessities in it. It was, like the rest, beautifully made up and decorated. Sharon and Justice trailed down the hardwood floor into the master bedroom. There was a four poster, king size bed. Bay windows overlooked the back lawn. There was a cushion by the window with a stack of books set to the side. She smiled as she saw the current book she was reading on top of the pile. The master bathroom was nothing short of the rest.

xXx

"Sharon! I have a linner ready," Andy called up the staircase. Justice came running down the stairs.

"Linner?" Sharon questiones.

"Yeah, a late lunch early dinner. My mother invented the word. It's like brunch but later and with sandwiches," Andy clarified. Sharon smiled and patted his arm playfully. She clicked her fingers twice and Justice followed.

Linner (as Andy put it) was a pleasant affair. Sharon eat the panini sandwich Andy had made. They shared some stories of the pictures and talked about the lovely house. Sharon dreaded unpacking as much as Andy did and her legs were still cramped from the car ride.

"Shall we walk Justice around the block?" Sharon suggested.

"That sounds great, Christine," Andy said. The name Christine felt dull on his lips. It was nothing like _Sharon _where he could roll the 'r' or drag out her name the way Jack did that made her so annoyed. Or maybe it was just Jack that annoyed her.

Sharon found Justice's collar and leash and the dog stood waited expectantly to go out. Andy offered his elbow to Sharon. Sharon smiled and accepted, saying with dramatics, "Why Edward, how gallant."

Andy chuckled and together they set out towards the cul de sac. Justice trotted in front of the two of them with her nose stuck defiantly in the air.

"Seems you two have been getting along," Andy started.

"It's nice having a dog. I've forgotten how much I care for them."

There was a lull in the conversation as the two were lost in their own thoughts. A slight breeze blew through the trees surrounding them and gently swept back Sharon's hair.

"You look stunning today, Mrs. Stuart," Andy tried. He watched as her cheeks colored. He felt her thumb twist the diamond ring against the crook of his elbow.

"Such flattery, Mr. Stuart," Sharon teased back.

They came upon a house that had less shuddery than theirs, but still had a winding brick walkway. A stout looking woman with short brown locks made her way up to them.

"Nice to meet ya. I'm Lisa McCarty, my husband, John, and I just moved in recently. We ain't quite acquainted with the rest of them neighbors," the woman, Lisa, trailed off.

"Christine Stuart, and my husband, Edward," Sharon introduced, shaking hands with the woman.

"Oh my! What a cute dog, what's his name?"

"Her name is Justice," Sharon supplied politely. Something about this woman made her calculate her words carefully.

"Oh so pleasant. My son, Johnny, he and his girlfriend just got a pug, but I'm tellin' ya, that dog ain't nothing but a cat at heart. Little thing lazies around all day," Lisa said as she held her hand out for Justice to sniff. Justice sniffed Lisa's hand but made to approach to the woman, the dog's ears perked back intently and Sharon could tell she was gearing up to snarl. Lisa, sensing some reproach, backed off a bit. "Anywho, John and I are throwing a new hose party tonight and we've invited all of our neighbors. I saw a moving truck in your drive yesterday. You two are more than welcome to come, you can meet the rest of the neighbors with us."

Andy shot Sharon a glance before saying, "Chrissy and I were just talking of hosting one ourselves. We appreciate your offer. What time would you like us?"

Lisa beamed happily and scratched Justice's ears a bit to harshly for Sharon's taste. "Anytime after six. I hope that give you both time to settle in!"

"Just enough," Sharon said with a forced smile. "Well, we better start unpacking then Eddie." The pointed, uncomfortable gaze Sharon shot him was enough to thank Lisa again for the invite and offer to bring a salad.

Sharon and Andy completed their walk with Justice around the block before heading back to the house.

"That was nice of them to invite us," Andy stated.

"Yeah, truly pleasant," Sharon agreed before adding, "Chrissy?"

"Eddie?"

"Well, it suited you at the moment."

"Just as Chrissy suits you."

Sharon hummed and undid Justice's collar.

"I better start unpacking if I want to find something to wear. Wear your bowtie with the mic and I'll my glasses with the camera. Williams might be there tonight and we should be prepared."

"I'll check in with the team and let them know what's going on."

"Use the burner," Sharon called out as she ascended the staircase to the master bedroom with Justice leading the way.

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	3. Meet the Neighbors

**Sorry this has taken so long, I lost my muse in the Massachusetts snow storm. I managed to find him (the muse) again as midterms were piled up, and it came time to study. Ick.**

***Sorry about the format error earlier, I'm technologically challenged :)**

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Andy went in search of the burner phone. He took hold of the cheap prepaid flip phone that instantly transported him back to 2007 when the first iPhone was released. It just made him think of how far technology has come.

His thumb dwarfed the little buttons as he dialed Provenza's number.

"Provenza," Louie answered.

"Louie, it's Flynn. Sharon and I are going to the neighbor's house tonight. They're throwing a welcome party since they've just moved in as well. We thought it would be good to get ourselves out there," Andy explained.

Provenza made a sound of agreement before asking, "Names?"

"Lisa and John McCarty. They have a son, Johnny. He just got a pug with his girlfriend," Andy said. He could hear Provenza scribbling down the names and asking for the address. Andy rattled them off and told Provenza to make sure that Buzz was set to record from Sharon's glasses and listen in from his bowtie.

"Just don't do anything stupid," Provenza muttered before disconnecting the call. Andy smirked before powering off the phone and tucking it back to its hiding spot behind the dryer.

Andy took the stairs to the second floor, two at time. He knocked lightly on the master bedroom door.

"Hey, Sharon, we're all set for tonight," Andy announced.

"Thank you," Sharon called back. Andy smiled, then nodded his head in her direction and gave her a thumbs up, even though she couldn't see him. He made his way to his own bedroom passing the three-by-fives of the kids and grandkids.

There was something about this house that made it seem homey, and it wasn't just the decor. Maybe it was just the company that made it seem so.

xXx

Sharon couldn't help but notice how she was comparing this fake life to her actual life. From Andy to Jack, the house to the condo, it was bringing up old feelings. Feelings of want and desire. It wasn't that she wasn't happy about how she raised her kids or that she was angry about her relationship with Jack. Whatever it was, it was making her add more lipgloss, perk her breasts up, add a bit extra of her lotion to her skin. Something that made her curl her hair just a bit more, that made her straighten the silver rings and chose her best jewelry. She just wanted to get a reaction out of Andy, she realized. Something that made her feel a bit more feminine.

She dabbed on her perfume and gently pinched her cheeks before fluffing her hair one last time. Sharon grabbed a small purse that she threw her badge and identification into the zippered pouch. She carefully made her way to the stairs, mindful of her heels on the polished hardwood. Andy gazed up and smirked boyishly. Sharon smiled and bowed her head gently.

"Ready, Mrs. Stuart?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Stuart," Sharon said. Andy carried the salad he had put together with what little food they had in their house. Her hand was tucked into his elbow as they walked down the darkening street to the McCarty's house. Andy ran a hand through his hair before raising a hand to knock on the door.

"Wait one second here," Sharon said softly as she straightened his bowtie. She gently patted his chest. She could feel his questioning eyes on her but she said nothing and made no move. Her hand gently brushed off imaginary lint before slowly dropping back to her side. "Ready." Andy nodded and double tapped on the door.

"Oh, I'm so glad y'all could make it!" Lisa said as she quickly pulled Sharon into a tight hug and kissed Andy heartily on the lips. He could sense Sharon straighten her back and purse her lips tightly in annoyance. Maybe there was a hint of jealousy too, but she could just be acting. "Here, let me take that from you," Lisa said grabbing the salad bowl and turned towards Sharon. "Us women are in the living room if you'll follow me. Eddie, the men are down the hall to the first door to the right. Let me introduce to some of my new friends. All of them have kids in college, some even have grandkids!" Lisa droned on as she took Sharon's forearm and started to lead her to the other room. Sharon shot a glance over her shoulder to Andy where he just smiled and shrugged before making his way down the hall as Lisa had instructed.

"Hi, I'm Kelly. My husband, Percy, and I have lived here for thirteen years and we love the area. It's quiet, but nonetheless pleasant," offered Kelly. The woman looked to be nearing her late forties, with long blonde hair and a slim frame. Her teeth were as white as the pearls in her ears. She had on a long flowing shirt and tight black leggings. Sharon smiled and straightened her glasses to make sure that they were focused properly on the woman in font of her.

"Christine Stuart. My husband, Eddie, and I have just sent our last kid to college and thought that we could use a nice rural area. The neighborhood has proved to be as nice as the neighbors," Sharon said lightly. She missed having a social life. One thing she could never balance between being a single mother with a demanding job. She used to skip lunch breaks in order to hold that precious hour for later in the day when she knew she could run home and relieve the Nanny for a bit. She would read Ricky and Emily a book, after trying to remember who's turn it was to pick, then tuck them in. Pulling long hours and overtime was the only way Sharon could attempt to detangle her finances from Jack. It took years of running on coffee to be able to have a couple dollars left over to take the kids to a movie on the weekend or to the zoo in the summer. Sharon shook her head as she tried to think of how Andy would have used his money after he sobered up. Did he send it to his wife? Or did he buy Nicole, his son, and his wife tickets to the zoo?

"Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that. This is my friend Vicki," Kelly introduced, "She's moved in here recently too. Her husband is a lawyer at a new firm not too far from LAPD."

"It's bit of a commute for him in the mornings, but he wouldn't give this neighborhood up for anything," Vicki said with a gently laugh. She had on a flowing, gently patterned knee-length dress and a belt to show off her waist. She had on heeled sandals that looked to be more expensive than Sharon's Tiffany jewelry. Sharon's ears had perked up at the word lawyer.

"How does your husband like being an attorney? I always wanted to be a lawyer, but my dreams to be a mother came first," Sharon said with a faked smile. It's not entirely a lie, but maybe just a little one.

"He just absolutely loves it. He works with this man, Jackson, who he positively adores. We had Jack over the other night actually. He's seems really nice. The poor man had just gone through a nasty divorce. His wife wanted to adopt a child that she had become close to; I think he might've said something about her having an affair with a subordinate too. Anyway, Jack had a drinking problem way back and is in the same AA meetings as Logan," Vicki explained. "Logan had one too, but he's decided that his family is more important than a drink."

Sharon was mentally racking up the familiarity of the story. _It's just a coincidence_, Sharon though as nodded tightly before blurting out, "Do you happen to know where the bathroom is?"

"Sure, it's down the entrance hall, first door to your left," Kelly said. Sharon nodded and tried to cover her abruptness by politely excusing herself.

"Did I say something wrong?" Sharon heard Vicki ask. Sharon knocked lightly on the door.

"Just a second," she heard Andy call from inside. Sharon smiled and leaned up against the wall and took a deep breath.

"How's it going?" Andy asked, his hand covering the bowtie mic.

"Well, everyone seems to love the neighborhood and it seems to be rather quiet. It's just… someone said something that might be a problem. I think I can handle it though," Sharon said as she slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. She tossed her glasses into her purse and braced herself on the sink. "Son of a bitch," She breathed out heavily as she looked into the mirror. She swiped her hand harshly against the porcelain bowl as she muttered, "He's reduced me to swearing now." She gathered her purse, straightened her glasses and made her way back to the women. Painting on a smile as she went. She listened as more women introduced themselves and their husbands. They talked about everything from jobs to kids and grandkids. Sharon was actually enjoying herself, but her mind kept straying to Jack and the actually task at hand: proving Logan Williams is a killer.

Just down the hall, Andy was swirling his ice and lemon water in a circle as he listened to John McCarty drone on about his son Johnny and the new dog. He was laughing at all the right places and offering encouragement where needed. After he finished his water, Andy excused himself to the bathroom. Slowly walking from one room to the next as he took a breath of relief. After this, he might just try to call his son. He knows the phone will ring twice before going to voicemail. Andy will leave a message about some game that he hoped his son had been watching and either he'll leave a notice to call him back when he has the time or the dial tone will mark its end. He never would get a call back, but at least he had tried. Someone knocked gently on the door.

"Just a second," Andy called out. He opened the door and was greeted by Sharon leaning against the wall. "How's it going?" Andy asked.

Sharon gave Andy a look that spoke the thousand words she'd never be able to. He watched as she bowed her head and shrugged her shoulders. Sharon mentioned that she could handle it, before slipping into the bathroom and making sure he heard the lock. "Son of a bitch." He heard Sharon curse before hitting the sink. Andy moved away from the door and back into the room.

"How long have you been here for?"

"Just got in this morning," Andy said as he refilled his water from a crystal pitcher.

"Logan Williams," the man introduced. Andy almost lost hold on the pitcher. Gently he set it down, gripping the cool crystal tightly to steady the water.

"Edward Stuart," Andy said, refrain from calling the guy out. They didn't have sufficient proof yet. Logan shook Andy's hand looking him straight in the eyes.

"So, what do you do for work?" Logan asked as he sipped a cool beer.

"Well, I worked at a computer company for a bit, but I got too old to keep up with the new. How about yourself?" Andy asked.

"Oh, I'm a lawyer for a new firm not far from the LAPD. It's quite a commute in the mornings but I wouldn't leave this neighborhood for anything."

"Skeletons in the backyard?" Andy said jokingly but his eyes said otherwise.

Logan Williams chuckled saying, "Something like that. My wife, Vicki, loves this place. She gets to stay rich and pretty and I get to work with one of the best lawyers I've ever met."

"Really? What's his name?"

"Jackson Raydor."

Andy fought back the urge to tackle the idiot right there. This must have been what Sharon had been upset about. Did she really think she could handle that? He believed in her fully, worried a lot, but believed her. Going after a man whose killed eighteen women and might have three captive? He wouldn't allow her to go after him, for Rusty's sake.

"I've heard a lot about the man," Andy gritted out, trying to sound polite. _Nothing good_, Andy added silently.

"He has his strengths," Logan supplied.

"Dinner is served," McCarty announced, shuffling towards the kitchen as the men followed behind him. Andy sighed a breath of relief as Logan moved on to talk to John. _This is going to be a long operation_, Andy thought.

xXx

Andy was thanking John for the conversation, while Sharon thanked Lisa for the meal and asking for the recipe for the brownies. Lisa chuckled and said she'd bring it over tomorrow. Arm and arm, Sharon and Andy walked down the dimly lit street to their home. Justice came scampering up to Sharon as they entered. Sharon set her purse down to greet the little girl as she brought Justice around back to head out for her final bathroom break of the night.

Andy made himself and Sharon a cup of tea, hers with a lemon, his with sugar. He carried the cups onto the porch overseeing the back yard. Sharon stood watching Justice run around the yard, her nose in the soft grass. Andy took a second to appreciate the three quarter sleeve white lace dress that ended just above her knees. She had on strappy leather sandals with a cork heel. She had a matching belt to tie the outfit together and show off her little waist. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder and curled gently to frame her face, she looked absolutely stunning.

"Here," Andy said, passing her the tea.

"Thank you," Sharon said, taking a sip.

"I met Logan Williams tonight," Andy began. Sharon's eyes snapped away from Justice to look into his. "He was a stupid son of a bitch. Didn't say anything to incriminate him other than jokingly saying that there was bodies in his backyard. He's a lawyer in a new firm by the LAPD, but he wouldn-"

"Leave here for anything. I met his wife tonight. Apparently, he works with an attorney near the LAPD named, Jackson. They had Jack over the other night. Said they liked him and he was apparently divorcing his wife for trying to adopt a kid she had become attached to." _And having an affair with her subordinate_, Sharon added to herself. She didn't want to worry Andy with that thought. They were just friends.

Andy sighed softly, "Well that's all we can do for tonight. I'll phone Provenza before I head up. You should get some rest, it's getting late." Andy placed a hand gently on her shoulder. Her hand covered his without hesitation.

"Use the burner," Sharon reminded. "Have Buzz come out tomorrow as a Comcast guy to sweep the place again. We should be good, but better safe then sorry." Her gaze shifted back to Justice and Andy went back through the sliding glass doors. "Come on Justice," Sharon called tiredly. She heard Andy talking in muffled tones to Provenza in the living room. She carried her heels up the spiral staircase, Justice trailing behind her. Sharon stopped at the entrance to Andy's room. She gently pushed on the cracked door and peeked a sigh, Sharon shook her head and backed up. She entered the master and put her shoes in her closet before taking off her jewelry, and makeup. She slipped into her nightgown and crawled into bed, Justice settling at her feet. Sharon shut off her light and stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts were swirling, preventing her from sleeping. _How could Jack get mixed up with Logan?_ In any way, it didn't seem good. Jack would truly determine how things would go down. Sharon also worried about the kids. She decided to call them after breakfast.

Sharon rolled over, patted the empty space besides her, and closed her eyes.

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